[Final Fantasy VIII] [Seifer Almasy vs. Squall Leonhart] [#29 Death]
Title: Fate
Author: twilightsrain/edenbound (ficjournal)
Disclaimer: All our base are belong to Squeenix.
Theme: #29 Death
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Anti-Pairing: Seifer Almasy vs. Squall Leonhart
Rating: PG
Summary: Seifer doesn't know him anymore.
Warnings: Open ending
"Are you going to kill me?"
Squall narrows his eyes at Seifer. They're both covered in blood already -- Squall's face is cut again, deep enough that he wryly expects a cross cut across his nose instead of a single line. Seifer's arm is bleeding, and his cheek, and he's panting for breath, and still smirking, sneering, with all he's got. Squall doesn't answer because he knows that's what Seifer wants.
Seifer's mouth twists, and then he's attacking again, one fierce burst of speed -- it costs him another cut as Squall dodges, spins, feints and slashes. Comparisons to dancing ended almost the moment the fight started: this isn't dancing; this is real life and real death.
"One of us has to kill the other. It's like fate."
"I never knew you were so eager to give in to fate," Squall counters, spinning again to avoid Seifer's blade. "I thought you were your own man. Free to do as you please."
"I am. That's why I'm taking you with me."
"So eager to die?"
"Think you could live without me?" Seifer asks. His voice is suddenly deadly quiet, intense. Squall knows he means it, wishes he could pause to take hold of the words and understand them. As it is, he forces them both into a flurry of quick movements neither really has enough energy for, so that he thinks his heart might burst from the quick, relentless beating.
"Why wouldn't I be able to?" Squall asks, when he finally has breath enough. He jumps back long enough to dig a potion out of his pocket and take it. Despite himself, he's enjoying this.
"You know what I mean already if you just think about it," Seifer says, and under other circumstances, Squall feels quite sure Seifer would've rolled his eyes, as juvenile as that would be. "We challenge each other. We drive each other mad and we drive each other to do one better, all the time. How would you get anywhere without me?"
"If that's the truth," Squall says, thinking of Seifer's SeeD exam, "I failed."
"I'd've passed next time," he says, with his uncanny ability to know exactly what's going on in Squall's mind, and then he pushes, pushes all the last of his energy into it and pushes Squall to match him. There's a whirl of movement, the clatter and scrape of their gunblades, and then -- nothing. "This is fated to happen, Squall."
They stand face to face, Squall's gunblade positioned neatly against Seifer's stomach, Seifer's gunblade against Squall's neck. A push, a slash, and it's the end. Squall's eyes are remarkably calm.
"I thought you wanted to defy fate," is all he says.
Author: twilightsrain/edenbound (ficjournal)
Disclaimer: All our base are belong to Squeenix.
Theme: #29 Death
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Anti-Pairing: Seifer Almasy vs. Squall Leonhart
Rating: PG
Summary: Seifer doesn't know him anymore.
Warnings: Open ending
"Are you going to kill me?"
Squall narrows his eyes at Seifer. They're both covered in blood already -- Squall's face is cut again, deep enough that he wryly expects a cross cut across his nose instead of a single line. Seifer's arm is bleeding, and his cheek, and he's panting for breath, and still smirking, sneering, with all he's got. Squall doesn't answer because he knows that's what Seifer wants.
Seifer's mouth twists, and then he's attacking again, one fierce burst of speed -- it costs him another cut as Squall dodges, spins, feints and slashes. Comparisons to dancing ended almost the moment the fight started: this isn't dancing; this is real life and real death.
"One of us has to kill the other. It's like fate."
"I never knew you were so eager to give in to fate," Squall counters, spinning again to avoid Seifer's blade. "I thought you were your own man. Free to do as you please."
"I am. That's why I'm taking you with me."
"So eager to die?"
"Think you could live without me?" Seifer asks. His voice is suddenly deadly quiet, intense. Squall knows he means it, wishes he could pause to take hold of the words and understand them. As it is, he forces them both into a flurry of quick movements neither really has enough energy for, so that he thinks his heart might burst from the quick, relentless beating.
"Why wouldn't I be able to?" Squall asks, when he finally has breath enough. He jumps back long enough to dig a potion out of his pocket and take it. Despite himself, he's enjoying this.
"You know what I mean already if you just think about it," Seifer says, and under other circumstances, Squall feels quite sure Seifer would've rolled his eyes, as juvenile as that would be. "We challenge each other. We drive each other mad and we drive each other to do one better, all the time. How would you get anywhere without me?"
"If that's the truth," Squall says, thinking of Seifer's SeeD exam, "I failed."
"I'd've passed next time," he says, with his uncanny ability to know exactly what's going on in Squall's mind, and then he pushes, pushes all the last of his energy into it and pushes Squall to match him. There's a whirl of movement, the clatter and scrape of their gunblades, and then -- nothing. "This is fated to happen, Squall."
They stand face to face, Squall's gunblade positioned neatly against Seifer's stomach, Seifer's gunblade against Squall's neck. A push, a slash, and it's the end. Squall's eyes are remarkably calm.
"I thought you wanted to defy fate," is all he says.